The Night Of The Hunter Novel Novels & Stories

But it wasn’t the monster that had my heart stopping in my chest. It was his eyes. “Ronan,” I breathed, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. The wolf didn’t hesitate. He lunged, his claws slicing through the air as he slammed one of the hunters into the door with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, his body limp, his gun clattering to the floor. “What the fuck is that?” another hunter yelled, his voice cracking with fear as he aimed his weapon at Ronan. Before he could fire, Ronan was on him, pinning him to the wall. The man slumped, lifeless, as Ronan turned to me, his blue eyes blazing.

"Let's follow the sandbar to the other side of the river and then walk along the edge for a bit. It's going to be cold tonight and we don't want to be so cold from the water that we need to start a fire. I’m not actually sure I would be able to start a fire behind the waterfall." Izzy nodded as she packed up her things and followed Kate off the stone and back into the water, following the sandbar to the edge of the pond and climbing out of the water onto dry ground. The girls heard stomping in the woods and quickly turned in fear to watch as two hunters came out of the trees to their right. The hunters stopped suddenly as they watched the girls in surprise. "Well, fancy meeting you here," Et

It was two hours before it gets midnight that the fire inside the commoner's village had happened and the other neighbor didn't notice such fire because their house was a bit far from where the other neighboring houses were. The incident was only founded by a - hunter man that hunt's prey animals at night inside the village

She nodded and took off after them. After they were out of view, I sheathed my sword and headed to the side of the clearing and leaned against a tree; I dozed on and off as the pain came and left my body. They were really laying into the vampire today; I thought. Why doesn’t he just give them what they want? I looked around in the darkness, feeling like I was being watched; the pain had finally stopped, I assumed, because they were done for the day. Feeling as if someone was watching me, I looked to the side of the clearing. I was right. I saw glowing eyes watching from the bushes surrounding the clearing. Quietly, I grabbed my weapon and feigned sleep while I waited for it to make a move.

We acted as if we were completely oblivious to the fact that the natives danced around us. Suddenly, Max stepped out of the dark and into the firelight. His gun was drawn. He pulled Peter and me apart before he shot and killed most of the natives when they tried to stop him from taking me away with him. I woke up the following morning, sweating profusely.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through me as I projected a desperate mental blast: "HUNTERS!" I plummeted from my perch, a silent avenger, as the rifle's crack split the air, a leaden missile finding its mark on our valiant warrior wolf. With the finality of death whispering through the trees, the wolf crumpled silently to the forest floor. I landed upon the hunter with the fury of nature's retribution, my jaws a hair's breadth from his vulnerable throat, pinning him beneath the weight of righteous rage.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]